

This composition fractures the familiar into a chorus of angular profiles, where faces and torsos become interlocking planes that feel both monumental and precariously assembled. A restrained, mineral palette is punctured by embers of red and orange, as if interior heat is leaking through the seams of a constructed identity, while the green-gray voids grant the figures a staged, almost theatrical hush. The sweeping diagonals and compressed spacing create a tense intimacy—bodies nearly touching yet separated by hard-edged geometry—suggesting conversation as a negotiation between tenderness and defense. In its cubist syntax, the work reads like memory itself: layered, reassembled, and sharpened by time into luminous facets.







